Sand along the shore
whistled of majestic yesteryears
bells in the city
echoed deceitful nuptials
cold stars in the water
reverberated dead love
dusty rays of moon
staled with anticipation of change
wind tripped aimless
amassing prayer for all

[My friend ‘A‘ questioned me about the mention of cigarette in one of my poems. I explained and ‘A’ thought it was very poetic. So ‘A’ suggested we write a poem collaboratively, prompted by cigarette. Over facebook chat, me with my coffee and ‘A’ with a cigarette typed lines after lines to fill in the others blank. So here it is — ‘our’ poem. The last line is from TS Eliot.]